Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 12:22:39 -0400
From: Rylan Hanley
Subject: The Wrong Twin Chapter 6
Introduction: So this is my first shot at writing fiction. I have been
reading the stories on Nifty for quite a while and decided that I would
finally try to do one myself. I know I know I am definitely an idealist
when it comes to some of the details of this story, but I hope you enjoy
this!
I will also warn you that this story will develop kinda slowly, as I hate
stories that are so predictable. I will try not to give away the whole plot
in the earlier chapters.
If you are looking for a quick jerk off, this is not the story for you.
Sorry, I know the feeling searching for them ;). Please feel free to send
me an email and let me know what you think of the story. As usual, if you
are under the legal age to read this sort of material or it is illegal to
do so in the region you live in, please hit the red `x' in the top right
corner of your screen now. I retain all creative rights to this story. Any
reference to people of the same name is purely coincidental.
This is all fiction, minus the cities and the celebrities.
Special thanks to my best friend Kai for reading each chapter over and
making sure it doesn't suck too badly. Love you!
Opinions are welcome- rylanhanley@gmail.com
Thanks! Rylan
The Wrong Twin- Chapter Six: The Aftermath
*Written from Isaac's Perspective*
As I heard the door slam, I was abruptly shaken from my trance that
Kayden's kiss had put me in. Where the fuck did that come from? Why would
he kiss me? This makes no sense! Is Kayde gay? If he is, how do I feel
about that? Why did I enjoy the kiss so much? I have all these questions
now! Who will answer them? Ugh just another fucking question.
I decided that there is no way I am in any mental state to have breakfast
with the boys, so I text Dylan and inform him that Kayden had to leave
early to go home and I am just feeling sick.
Luckily for me, I have the rest of the day to sit around and decipher what
happened here this morning and what I am going to do about it.
While I don't necessarily want to go over to Dylan's for breakfast, I do
still need some nourishment. I settle for a cup of coffee, a banana, and
one of my mom's homemade chocolate chip cookies. As I am just finishing up
my cup of coffee, I hear the doorbell ring. I assumed it was one of the
guys who forgot something, but I was completely off.
I opened the door to see Annie with an extremely pissed off face.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO KAYDEN? DID YOU HIT HIM? IS THIS BECAUSE I
WON'T FUCKING GO TO THE DANCE WITH YOU? WHAT THE FUCK ISAAC!!!!" She
screams at me as she grabs me by the collar and throws me against the wall
in the foyer.
"Holy shit Annie calm down! What is this all about?" I ask. "What the fuck
did Kayden tell you?"
"Nothing!!! He just ran in crying a few minutes ago. When I tried to ask
him what happened he just said 'Isaac' and slammed the door in my face. You
have better not have physically or verbally assaulted him or I swear I will
make sure that you never EVER have children!"
"Easy! Damn! If anyone should be upset it should be me! We were wrestling
around this morning and he bent down and fucking kissed me right on the
lips! I didn't even have time to react before he took off out the door!" I
explained.
"Seriously? Ugh this is not at all how I planned on spending my
weekend. Just listen, ok. Kayden is gay. I'm sure you have figured this out
by this point. And judging by your reaction, I'd say you're not. So please
just don't tell anyone ok? Kayde will come out to our group of friends when
he is good and ready. Do not tell a soul, or I will make you regret it. Got
it? Good. Now he will probably avoid you for a while. If anyone asks, just
say it's over a stupid girl. Hell, you can say that he doesn't want his
best friend asking out his sister. I don't care what you tell people, just
don't tell them Kayden is gay," she says and then walks right back out the
front door and slams it.
The sound of the door slamming basically awakens me from the trance I was
in trying to process all of what Annie said to me. Kayden is gay?!?!?! I
definitely did not see that coming. I mean sure, he got hard while we were
wrestling, but I just assumed that was morning wood! This really throws a
wrench in everything.
I guess it's probably a good thing that no one is home. I decide to shoot
my parents a quick text and let them know that I am going to head down to
Anaheim Hills Iceoplex to rent the ice and shoot around. Luckily for me, I
know the owner of the rink, Mr. Calverson, really well and he allows me to
come down and get on the ice for free as long as nothing is scheduled. When
I have time after school hockey, I usually head down to the rink and help
out Mr. Calverson with a few odd jobs.
One of my characteristics that really bothers me is the fact that I wear my
emotions on my sleeve. If I am pissed off, it's evident. Like now, when
something is troubling me, it will be evident to all of my friends and
family members. I just can't seem to hide what I am feeling at the
time. Therefore, I think it's a good idea to get away and find some place
to be alone with my thoughts. When I am out there on the ice, my mind
basically goes completely blank. It's just me and the puck, with only a few
defenders and a goalie separating us from bliss.
I throw my equipment, clothes to play in, and a towel to shower with, in
the trunk of the BMW, put the top down, and cruise down the highway. The
rink is only about 10 minutes from my house, and I can tell that no one is
there besides a few workers and Mr. Calverson since the parking lot is
basically empty.
"Hey Mr. Calverson, anyone on the ice for the next hour or so?" I inquire
as I enter the sliding- glass doors at the front of the rink. Mr. Calverson
can always be found sitting behind the front desk when he is here. He is a
rather large man, about 6 feet tall, and probably in the neighborhood of
220 pounds. Apparently he played minor league hockey in his day. However,
that was a long time ago as he is definitely old enough to be my grandpa!
"Nope, it looks clear Isaac! I don't have anyone booked on the schedule
until about 1:00. Looks like you have almost 2 hours all to yourself out
there!" He replies with a grin on his face. I guess he's glad someone is
going to help pay the bills. Ice skating and hockey still isn't all that
popular here in Southern California. Who woulda thunk it? Haha.
"Usual rate?" I ask. He nods, so I pay him the $50 and head off to the
locker room to get ready to hit the ice. This may seem like a lot, but the
normal rate is $100/hr. so I am thrilled to get as much ice time as
available for the cheap price.
After suiting up in the locker room, I take the ice and immediately begin
to feel refreshed. There is just nothing quite like the rush I receive as
soon as sharpened blades touch the wet, freshly cut ice. There is a very
distinct smell in a hockey arena. It is the combination of the sweaty
hockey gear from the players who have put it all on the line here with the
exhaust fumes coming from one of the neatest and most useful inventions
ever: the Zamboni. If you have never set foot in an arena, you have no idea
what I am talking about. However, if you have, I bet your blood is rushing
just thinking about it.
One of my more lucrative purchases in my lifetime (I'm referring to the
things I buy with my own, hard-earned cash) was a hockey training set. This
set included a few cone-like objects to improve stick-handling, as well as
weights to increase skating speed, and plastic targets that can be placed
in the corners of the nets for shooting accuracy. I decide to set each of
these drills up to work on my game. If anything could take my mind off of
this morning's events, its hockey drills.
I begin with some exercises to build speed and endurance. Have you ever
seen the movie Miracle? No? Well it's about the 1980 United States Olympic
Hockey Team. Watch it. Best sports movie ever. But anyways, they do this
conditioning drill in the movie. You start at the goal line, and do
"suicide" sprints from the goal line to the blue line, the red line, the
far blue line, and the far red line, while returning to your start point on
the original goal line after reaching each line. Yeah I know this is
confusing. Just watch the damn movie. Then it will make sense. Or YouTube
it. That should make it more clear. But yeah so I was doing this drill and
trying to stay focused, but I couldn't get the idea of Kayden's lips
touching mine outta my head.
This was seriously driving me nuts.
So after a few more suicide sprints, it was time for a quick water break
and then I planned on setting up the stick-handling drill when
Mr. Calverson came over to the bench.
"Hey Isaac, do you mind if my grandson joins you out on the ice?" He
asks. "He is about your age. He plays for the team down in Irvine. I doubt
you guys have met. I'm pretty sure this season is the first time Orange
Unified plays Irvine Unified in hockey."
"Yeah it is the first time we have played them! I am looking forward to it!
He can definitely join me out here! I wouldn't mind some company," I
reply. "Tell him that I will be setting up the stick-handling drill and we
can work on our game together."
After about 5 minutes, and me waiting there, I see this absolutely stunning
boy come out of the locker room...
...Hold on, did I just fucking call a boy stunning? What the fuck has
gotten into me?! I mean yeah sure his short, brown hair looks great. And I
guess one would have to admit that his face was cute as a button. Plus I
like that he is tall. Well, fuck it, he's definitely hot. Yeah I am secure
enough in my sexuality to say that. Or I am confused enough in my sexuality
to say that.
Anyways, he is walking in my direction! Oh no, better play it cool and not
give my thoughts away.
"Hey dude are you Isaac?" He asks.
"Yeah man, you must be Mr. Calverson's grandson," I reply as I extend my
arm out.
"That's me! My name is Jordan, nice to meet you." He says as he shakes my
hand. "Grandpa says you're the best player for Orange Unified, I am looking
forward to getting out here on the ice with you!"
"Awe damn he's putting a lot of pressure on me! Well, to be honest Jordan,
I didn't know you existed."
"Haha that's alright, I just know you because Grandpa appreciates what you
do for him."
"Well Mr. Calverson is a nice guy, and I am happy to help. So you cool with
starting off with a little stick-handling drill?"
"Yeah Isaac let's do it!"
After setting up the drill, we begin going through each one of them. The
purpose of this drill is to put the puck underneath a bar, as well as
between two supports that put it just slightly above the puck level on the
ice. Jordan and I begin the drill slowly at first to familiarize ourselves
with the drill. After a couple of times through, we decide to attempt it
without looking down. This is a key facet of the game, being able to
stickhandle without having to look down at the puck.
Excellent vision on the ice separates a good player from a great player.
It's become quite evident to me that Jordan is a very talented hockey
player. He breezes through this drill with ease, just as I do.
"Hey Jordan, you wanna do the sniper drill?" I ask, skating over toward the
bench to get a drink.
"Yeah dude that sounds like a great idea. Shooting accuracy is my biggest
weakness," he replies.
"Well now is the best time to work on it!" I reply.
In the kit I have these targets that connect to the four corners of the
net. This drill really helps you pick your corners when the goalies are in
net. This is typically one of my specialties. I am a deadly sniper,
especially when I cut across the middle of the ice into the slot.
Today, however, was a completely different story. I couldn't hit a target
to save my life.
Fortunately, I hit a few posts, but Jordan was basically kicking my ass at
accuracy shooting. I have never been beat by anyone at this drill. My head
was definitely not in this.
"Dude my grandpa told me that you were one of the best sharpshooters he has
ever seen! What the fuck is up with you today?!" Jordan asks after I
completely missed the net.
"I don't know man, I just have some things on my mind," I reply.
"Well do you wanna talk about it?"
"Ummm...yeah I guess if I were to talk to anyone about it, it should be
someone who doesn't know me or my friend," I reply.
"Alright Isaac, let's head into the showers and we can have a chat."
We make our way into the locker room and begin the tedious process of
removing all of our equipment. When we are just down to our compression
shorts and Under Armour tops that we wear underneath the gear, Jordan
begins the conversation.
"So what's on your mind? Girl problems?" He inquires.
"Well, don't get freaked out, but no it's not girl problems. It's actually
boy problems."
"Woahhh wait youre gay?!" Jordan exclaims with an extremely stunned look on
his face.
"Well, I don't think so no. But my friend that just moved here at the
beginning of the school year is," I reply. I then go on to explain to him
the entire situation leading up to this morning's kiss.
"So you liked the kiss?" Jordan asks.
"Well, I mean, yeah. Hes a good kisser. There is nothing wrong with
complementing a good kiss right?"
"No I suppose not. But still! That's a little fuckin gay if you ask me."
"Hold on a second. Are you fucking homophobic?"
"Hell no Isaac! I'd hate myself if that were the case."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. Jordan is gay too?!?! I didn't see
that coming at all!!! Here I am hoping he wouldn't judge me, and now he
likes dick too! Am I all of the sudden a magnet for gay guys?!
"Oh, well that's cool! So I guess you have some sort of background about
this. Can you tell me how you knew you were gay? Maybe that will help me
figure out where I am at," I say.
"Yeah that's a good idea. I knew I was gay because when I walked in on my
brother beating his meat and watching porn when I was 12 and he was 16, I
was more turned on by my brother's dick than I was the two naked chicks
making out on the tv screen. After that, I started to notice boys more, and
began to watch gay porn on the Internet. Since then, I have messed around
with my cousin and neighbor. But I haven't found the right boyfriend
yet. Im not really out yet, but I do go to gay night at the under 21 club
down in Laguna Beach every once and awhile," Jordan explains.
"Well I have to say that I have never watched any gay porn, but I have
checked out a few guys in the showers. And I have to admit I did notice how
attractive Kayden was as soon as I saw him the first day of class. We have
become really, really close friends over the past weeks. But Im not sure
that I am ready to say that I like him more than a friend. I love him like
a brother, but no more than that. I think. I don't know. Im scared. Hell I
even thought you were attractive when you first walked into the rink," I
confess, then quickly clasp my hands over my mouth. "I am SOOO sorry I
shouldn't have said that. Im not trying to hit on you or anything I swear!"
I apologize profusely.
"Nah don't sweat it, I know my cute face is hard to resist!" Jordan
teases. "But anyways, maybe you should just suggest to Kayden that you need
a little bit of time to work out some things going on in that fucked up
head of yours!"
"Oh fuck you! But that is a great idea. Now lets go hit the showers. You
smell like ass!"
"Im sorry what was that? You want to smell my ass? Sorry Isaac, Im not into
kinky shit," Jordan retorts.
We make our way into the showers and choose heads that are right next to
each other. We continue to make small talk. I try and try not to let my
eyes wonder down towards Jordan's crotch, but when I think he isn't
looking, I decide to take a quick peek and see what he is packing.
"Not too bad!" I think. He has about a 4 inch dick, cut, with two,
low-hanging balls in a hair- covered sac. Oh shit. I can feel the blood
rushing to my dick. FUCK FUCK FUCK I am getting hard! Look away!
"Better put that away before you take someone's eye out with that thing,"
Jordan says after he notices my boner.
"Sorry, this is really awkward. I never do this I swear. Just ignore it," I
plead.
"Nah, I don't think I can. See, now you got me hard," He says. I look down
and see his dick has grown to about 7 inches long. Relatively thick
too. "Why don't we just take care of this here? No one will ever know."
"Ummm I don't know that's a little..."
"What? Gay? Consider it a trial run," Jordan reasons.
"Ehhh....ohhhhhh!!!!!!" I exclaim as Jordan reaches down and begins to
stroke my 7.5 inch, rock hard dick. Now my ex-girlfriend could give a mean
handjob, but she was nothing compared to Jordan's magic touch. I lasted
about another 3 minutes before I exploded all over the shower floor. I
literally shot 8 jets of cum! New record for me! I actually had to lean on
the shower wall for some support. That was easily the most powerful orgasm
I have ever had!
"So what did you think?" Jordan asks as he licks a little bit of my cum off
of his thumb.
"That was fucking amazing. Definitely the best handjob I have ever had," I
reply.
"Well that's all fine and dandy, but I am still as hard as a diamond over
hear," he smirks.
Now I must say, I was a little apprehensive about touching another guy's
dick. But Jordan grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick to alleviate the
situation of any awkwardness. I jack his dick off exactly how I do my own:
three fingers, starting out rubbing up and down slowly, then quickening the
pace. This process led Jordan to a massive explosion of his own, shooting 6
jets of cum all over the shower, and some landing on my feet. After his
orgasm subsided, he leaned over and kissed me right on the lips.
"Well, whether you are gay or not, you can certainly give a mean handjob,"
he says.
We finish the rest of the shower without a word. After exchanging phone
numbers to keep in touch, we part ways after dressing. While I had a great
time both playing hockey and messing around in the shower with Jordan, our
time together left me with more questions than it did when I left my
house...
Author's Apology:
Whew! Survived Hurricane Sandy! Finally a day off to finish this! I am
SOOOOO SORRY about the long delay. I decided to take a bunch of writing
courses for some reason this semester and haven't found the drive to
continue the story. But now my term paper for anatomy is done and I will
hopefully have my biochem term paper done this weekend. So hopefully I will
be able to get the chapters out faster. Thanks for any feedback!